One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

The high-speed bullet, traversing spatial distances, instantly blew the cat-eared boy's head off!

"YES!"

Silas Victoria was so happy when she hit the target that she almost jumped for joy.

The butler, Walter, immediately tried to use a steel cable to pull the person back to safety; otherwise, falling from that height would certainly not be an option.

Just then, a burly werewolf moved with incredible agility, scaling the building as if it were flat ground. He kicked the butler Walter away first, and then snatched Intgra away again.

Silas Victoria gritted her teeth and prepared to fire again.

But a cat-eared boy was hanging upside down, looking at her through a scope, which startled her.

She clearly remembered shooting this guy in the head just now!

But when she looked up again, she found that the other person was gone.

What about people?

"Are you looking for me?"

The voice came from behind, and Silas immediately turned around and pointed his gun at the other person.

The cat-eared boy in the yellow military uniform still looked bewildered and curious, and even approached without any fear, peering into the gun barrel.

"Did you just blow my head off with this gun? That's impressive."

What's wrong with this guy?!

Silas was stunned; the other party's strange behavior made her hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Alright, the captain has taken the man away, I should go too. Hope to see you again next time, bye-bye."

Oh no, we've been tricked!

Silas quickly turned around, only to find that Intgra had indeed been taken away by the werewolf from before and had disappeared without a trace.

"We absolutely cannot let this boy get away!"

Silas immediately turned around to try and control the cat-eared boy, only to find that the boy had mysteriously disappeared.

There was no sign of the other person on the entire rooftop.

Could the other party fly?

Or did he just jump?

Silas kept looking up at the sky and then down at the ground, feeling unwell.

And more importantly... Integula has been captured!

It sounds complicated, but what just happened was only a fleeting moment.

As a result, Accardo below didn't have time to get back to help.

"It seems I need to live a little longer for now."

Akard immediately lost his fighting spirit, suppressed his outward berserk aura, and turned to leave.

"It's also possible that the timing isn't right yet."

Abel said to himself, and also deactivated his Conqueror's Haki, turning to look at the unlucky guy who was being stared at on the wall.

It was obvious that the people who had just taken Intgra were the major's men.

Whether we can find the major depends on whether this guy cooperates.

Alucard didn't need any of that, because he had already absorbed Lieutenant Cain Alhambra and Yang Valentine, and obtained their memories, so he naturally knew where the major was.

So Abel simply dragged Luke Valentine away like a dead dog.

As for the remaining armed forces and the loudly shouting reporters...

I'm sorry, but they are about to face the volatile Vampire King.

Boom boom boom!

One by one, the newly arrived tanks were all destroyed by Acado.

Anyone who gets in his way to save people will be torn to pieces without hesitation!

When he finally reunited with Silas, Silas was bandaging the wounds of the butler, Walter.

"Walter, it seems you really are getting old."

"Cough cough cough... Yes, time waits for no one, but aging is also a kind of fun, isn't it?"

Alucard remained silent because he could not comprehend that he was an immortal being.

"I know where Intgra will be taken. How are you? Can you still move?"

Walter struggled to his feet, brushed the dust off his clothes, and straightened them. "Of course, as a proper butler, I would rather die in front of Miss than live in the same place."

Chapter 770 Gentlemen, I love war!

When Captain Werewolf and Warrant Officer Schrödinger brought Intgra back, the chubby, bespectacled major was giving his final pep talk!

"Gentlemen, I like war."

"I love blitzkrieg tactics!"

"I love annihilation warfare!"

"I love combat warfare!"

"I like defensive battles!"

"I love defeat!"

"I love breakthrough battles!"

"I love all the battlefields in the world: plains, streets, trenches, grasslands, permafrost, deserts, seas, air, mud, and wetlands!"

"I enjoy the sight of artillerymen firing a salvo in formation, accompanied by a thunderous roar, blasting the enemy ranks away. I feel immense pleasure when I see enemy soldiers being blasted high into the air and torn to pieces by the effectively fired shells."

"I felt incredibly happy when tank crews operated the 88mm guns of Tiger tanks to destroy enemy vehicles, and when enemy soldiers, screaming in agony, escaped from the burning tanks and were killed by MG42s."

"I remember being moved by the sight of infantrymen with bayonets ruthlessly crushing the enemy ranks, and the countless times that new recruits, in a state of panic, stabbed already dead enemy soldiers."

Fanatic, self-indulgent, pervert, extremist, warmonger... all these labels can be applied to this seemingly chubby guy!

From the very beginning, he clearly stated the theme of his speech: "Gentlemen, I love war!"

And his brainwashing-style mobilization speeches continue.

"Gentlemen, I look forward to war."

"A war like hell."

"Gentlemen, what exactly are you yearning for?"

Under the major's watchful eye, the last remaining force, consisting of fewer than a thousand artificial vampires, was engulfed in a frenzy, chanting, "War! War! War!"

"Very well, then let's have a war."

The major couldn't help but reveal a satisfied, sinister grin.

"But for us, who have endured half a century in the depths of darkness, ordinary war is simply not enough."

"What we need is a great war! A focused, all-out great war!"

"We must pry open their eyes, make them remember the taste of fear, make them remember the terrible sound of our military boots."

"I have brought you all back as promised, to that memorable battlefield, that memorable war."

"So, gentlemen... let's create hell together!"

Roar!

When this unremarkable-looking man opened his arms and finished his speech, the army of only a thousand men displayed the morale of a million soldiers.

The next moment, the airship's drop compartment opened.

All the vampire soldiers were fully equipped and began parachuting in order.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one for London!

Boom boom boom boom…

The sudden explosions echoed throughout London, waking countless people from their sleep.

Then came the merciless slaughter by the vampire soldiers!

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for a thousand people to bring down the entire city of London.

However, when a thousand artificial vampires, equipped with sophisticated weapons, are airdropped into various parts of London under the cover of night, they can bring the greatest and most unimaginable destruction to the city in an instant!

The city's police, and even the stationed troops, were no match for these monsters who appeared and disappeared without a trace and possessed high military skills.

Before they even saw a glimpse of them, a burst of bullets had already sent them to meet their maker.

The combination of elite soldiers and vampires has finally begun to unleash astonishing power!

Less than half an hour later, the flames of war had broken out all over London, with sounds of fighting, screams and explosions everywhere.

It added an indescribable poignant beauty to the night.

Inside the airship, Intgra, who had been captured, had regained consciousness. He stood there with a livid face, wishing he could shoot his opponent dead.

But the major remained engrossed in his masterpiece.

As he said, he loves war, he loves war in any form!

He was leading everyone to turn London into hell.

"What exactly do you want to do? You should know that even if you have a whole army of vampire soldiers, you can't conquer the world. You'll be wiped out sooner or later."

Integula thought the guy in front of him was an absolute madman, a pervert.

"Conquering the world? No, no, no, that's not important at all. I think I've already said it, what I like is war, and as for winning or losing, that's not important."

"A madman, a war madman!"

Integula couldn't help but curse, saying that there was absolutely no way to communicate with this kind of person.